Wow... what a weekend. I can honestly say it was a roller coaster! At this point, I would say that I've been pretty lucky as far as symptoms go. I didn't really have a lot of morning sickness, just nausea, and got off pretty easy in the craving department. I think I've been pretty close to my normal self, and Mark actually agrees!
Until this weekend. I don't know what happened. It started on Friday night. I'm sure it's hormones, but I feel like hubby just doesn't listen to me when I talk to him. And when I tell him important details about our weekend plans, and he doesn't listen and schedules something else, I get mad. Even when I'm not a hormonal, crazy pregnant woman, it irritates me because it makes me feel like what I have to say is not important enough for him to pay attention to. And since I AM a hormonal, crazy pregnant woman, it was 1,000 times worse! Not a great way to start the weekend, huh?
I was really looking forward to Saturday, because we had a really nice day planned, and the weather seemed to be cooperating. We were heading down to Dollinger's Pumpkin Farm in Channahon for Civil War Days. We needed to pick out a pumpkin for Baby T. I was excited because I love Dollinger's. We also had scheduled some outdoor family pics with all my siblings for our mom's birthday. I was about to make my breakfast, when the feeling that I was going to be sick hit me out of nowhere. I literally had to run to the bathroom. I hadn't eaten anything, just had a glass of water and my prenatal pill, but it still is no fun to be sick. After going 17 weeks without getting sick once, I'm really hoping that it was a fluke, and not the start of a new trend!
We've also been working a lot on the house lately, trying to get furniture bought and little things accomplished so when it's time for Baby T to arrive, there isn't anything to do. So we went shopping this weekend, but didn't find much. Sunday, we spent hanging things around the house, photos, decorations, etc. Mark tried to install the closet doors in the nursery, but they were too short and too wide. Ugh! We had measured and everything, but apparently our house just isn't normal.
Needless to say, I was pretty stressed this weekend. I bought some baby books last week, and they arrived on Saturday. I read Belly Laughs by Jenny McCarthy, and started reading Baby Proofing Your Marriage. I've been feeling a little overwhelmed, and let me tell you, these books did not help. Sunday, hubby and I were laying around talking and laughing, and all of a sudden I just started crying. He thought I was just laughing, and when he finally realized I was crying, he asked what was wrong... in between sobs, I told him "I don't know!!" I'm sure he thought I was crazy.
It didn't get much better on Sunday night. We were talking about putting shelves in the basement, and I got mad because, again, I felt like he wasn't listening to me. All of a sudden I was crying; not just crying, I was hysterical. I kept talking about how overwhelmed I was, and how it was only gonna get worse after the baby. Our marriage was going to fall apart and we were gonna have a dirty house, and I don't like dirty houses. Yes, that's what I was most concerned about in that moment: having a dirty house. I think hubby deserves a medal for: A. not laughing at me and making it worse, and B. not running screaming from the house. Instead, he stayed and comforted me, and tried to make me feel a lot less crazy. I think we're both hoping that Crazy Pregnant Woman doesn't make a re-appearance anytime soon. I know that it's (mostly) hormones, but I hate the feeling of having no control over my emotions.
I hope everyone had a wonderful weekend, and has a great week ahead of them!
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| Our fall decorations. Three little pumpkins, and one for Dash! |
We've also been working a lot on the house lately, trying to get furniture bought and little things accomplished so when it's time for Baby T to arrive, there isn't anything to do. So we went shopping this weekend, but didn't find much. Sunday, we spent hanging things around the house, photos, decorations, etc. Mark tried to install the closet doors in the nursery, but they were too short and too wide. Ugh! We had measured and everything, but apparently our house just isn't normal.
Needless to say, I was pretty stressed this weekend. I bought some baby books last week, and they arrived on Saturday. I read Belly Laughs by Jenny McCarthy, and started reading Baby Proofing Your Marriage. I've been feeling a little overwhelmed, and let me tell you, these books did not help. Sunday, hubby and I were laying around talking and laughing, and all of a sudden I just started crying. He thought I was just laughing, and when he finally realized I was crying, he asked what was wrong... in between sobs, I told him "I don't know!!" I'm sure he thought I was crazy.
It didn't get much better on Sunday night. We were talking about putting shelves in the basement, and I got mad because, again, I felt like he wasn't listening to me. All of a sudden I was crying; not just crying, I was hysterical. I kept talking about how overwhelmed I was, and how it was only gonna get worse after the baby. Our marriage was going to fall apart and we were gonna have a dirty house, and I don't like dirty houses. Yes, that's what I was most concerned about in that moment: having a dirty house. I think hubby deserves a medal for: A. not laughing at me and making it worse, and B. not running screaming from the house. Instead, he stayed and comforted me, and tried to make me feel a lot less crazy. I think we're both hoping that Crazy Pregnant Woman doesn't make a re-appearance anytime soon. I know that it's (mostly) hormones, but I hate the feeling of having no control over my emotions.
I hope everyone had a wonderful weekend, and has a great week ahead of them!
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| Here's a little cutie to get you through your Monday! |
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